Locals don't call it by it's name as that may beckon it...
The big “W” is howling again. Eerie moans through the crack in my bedroom window. It is all encompassing and seemingly impossible to escape. Another indicator of the harshness of this land I set up shop in. Luckily, one can find respite indoors, where the only reminder of the cruelty outside can be heard softly in the background amongst the safety of my government furnished and carpeted luxury.
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